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when wet cheeks crash against
the seat and hazel eyes drip down
her words--childhood slamming
against the car like wind
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the reason Alex told me he couldn’t slide himself in.
On a couch, we’d drained the whiskey--
apple spiced and swirled cinnamon.
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I like to hide them there
so that the dismantling work we do
in therapy doesn't have to include
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The lifeblood of the culture.
Beauty in non-solidity. Doorbells
that ring like knocks on wood.
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